"There's only one of them," whispered the astonished Jack. "How
easily we can pick him off!"

Otto brought his gun to his shoulder.

"What do you mean?" demanded the angry Jack.

"Pick him off!"

"No, you don't. He may be a friend."

"We'll found dot out, after we don't shoot him. Let's shoot him
first," was the suggestion of Otto, "and then ax him the question."

"Even if an enemy--as he undoubtedly is--it would be cowardly to
slay him in that fashion. As there is only one--!"

"Dere!" exclaimed the young Teuton, hardly to suppress his
excitement over the recollection; "I knowed dat I had recumlected
some dings."

"What is it?"

"Dot young gentleman in dot boat is a great friend of mine. He told
me he would meet me at the crossing, if I didn't reach him pefore
till it was come dark. Dot vos vat I didn't forget till de fire
pegun to whirl apout, and then I didn't remember."

"Who is he?" asked the astonished Jack.